Home is a relative term. Home is wherever all my stuff is. I also have a house. It's meaningless except that it is the shell that holds all my stuff.
I wish sometimes that I didn't have this house. It's more than I can handle and it's falling down around me, but it's nearly paid of and the payments are rediculously low. To leave it behind would be like starting over. And that's more than I think I want to do.
But it's warm and dry and keeps all my stuff safe. So I guess it will do.
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